Whispers spread among the onlookers. Despite Howe's notorious reputation, the crowd still condemned Nicole.

It was not until Howe was forcibly removed from the scene and saw the crowd around him that he regained sobriety.

At this moment, he adjusted his belt and echoed Jamie's sentiment.

"Sorry, I got a bit carried away."

His words insinuated a mutual consent that was not there.

Meanwhile, Jarrod's dark eyes reddened upon seeing Nicole's disheveled clothes and the bucks near her chest.

"Clear out the crowd first," Jarrod commanded the security in a low and firm voice.

The guards quickly redirected the bystanders to a nearby stage where a couple of C-list celebrities were performing. The crowd gathered there, drawn by the entertainment.

Once the area was emptied, Jarrod confronted Nicole, who was half-naked.

"Nicole, how could you stoop so low?"

His words stung Nicole more painfully than a physical slap. Her face burned with humiliation.

However, the absurdity of the situation soon struck Nicole as ironic.

There stood the infamous Howe, yet Jarrod seemed to believe she was the one at fault.

She thought about her loyalty to Jarrod and the fact that she had never been with another man.

Nicole felt unjustly accused. She was cleaner than anyone else there.

How could Jarrod say such a thing?

Realizing Jarrod knew Nicole, Howe walked over with a fawning smile.

“Jarrod, you know her? Great. I'll take her away then."

Howe reached for Nicole's arm, but she shook him off.

"Don't touch me! I don't know you!"